She asked an artist to make a portrait
she has never seen earlier.
She asked the poet to write a poem
she has never read earlier.
They all replied
love me as you didn’t love earlier.
She said I am a valley of high mountains
you listen to an echo when you loudly speak
but the world is in the age of a deadly winter
the echoes may break the glaciers
and everything may come to an end.
So will you please be silent,
just exchanging smiles
and waiting for the springs to blossom the flowers.
When the glaciers will slowly melt
and rivers will be full of water.
The writer smiled and said firmly determined
I can imagine that lovely spring
and write a love story.
The artist was excited and said,
I can see it
and I shall paint this valley of flowers.
The poet with a cold deep sigh exclaimed
I see red flowers in this valley
but where is the fragrance of roses
instead I smell blood,only blood!
The valley burst out into tears
The echo of her cries broke the glaciers
and there was blood only blood!